Not Boy Crazy

I.)

hard to hold my boots/i'm running down the one side and the stranger up the other.

Allowed these coats to keep me safe; to make me more dependent.

II.)

hard to relate to fingers, talking things out, compromising. They win too often.

An unadmitted broken arm versus the internet - my laziness a feathery doom.

IV.)

Kate and Maggie always hitting fist to floorboard, making a point, losing at pinochle.

(In my family we use "pinochle" as a euphemism. Yours?)

V.)

My whale-bone friends all fungus-friendly

You don't know me, but I know you.

or V?)

There's nothing interesting in the way I feel about everyone, which is the same.

lacuna lacuna lacuna, put in what's been left out.